The question wakes Yoongi up immediately, expression shifting rapidly from one of sleepy disinterest to bewilderment. His mouth is open a little, as he gapes at Jimin, and he doesn’t say anything. The longer the quiet drags on, the more regret Jimin feels.
“Why?” Yoongi asks, hesitantly.
Jimin explains in a rush, “Okay, well, there, I’ve been trying to come out to my mom and she never believes me, and it’s so annoying, and apparently, it’s because I haven’t dated anyone and she doesn’t think I can know, but I do know, and I didn’t know how to explain that, or, well, okay, I probably could have? Now that I think about it, but I didn’t do that, I just told her that I had a boyfriend and that I’d bring him to dinner so now I have to find one.” Yoongi looks more and more shocked as Jimin goes through his explanation.
“I meant why me?” Yoongi corrects.
“Jihoon said you’re gay.”
“Oh my god,” Yoongi moans, exasperated, “oh my god.”
“What?”
“I’m not gay.”
“But,” Jimin argues, confused, “Jihoon said you were kissing boys.”
“Doesn’t make me gay,” Yoongi says, and Jimin thinks the look Yoongi gives him might be pity, but his expression returns to annoyed too fast to be sure, “Even if I was, why would that automatically mean I’d be your fake boyfriend? You’re a kid, and you thought just because my brother told you I kissed a boy once in high school that you should wake me up at 4 pm and -”
“It was four times,” Jimin interrupts quietly, ignoring the embarrassment that’s filling his stomach with butterflies and heating his cheeks a bright red.
“Oh my god,” Yoongi mutters again, “this is unbelievable.”
“Okay, this was a terrible idea? I don’t know why I asked you. Forget I asked you, please, I’m just, I’m going back to Jihoon’s room and I’m never talking to you again, I’m sorry,” Jimin swings his body around on his heel and starts speed walking back down the hall, planning to put as much distance between him and Yoongi as possible in the shortest amount of time.
“Hey,” Yoongi calls from behind him, just before he can turn the corner back to Jihoon’s room and probably punch him a few time for suggesting such a stupid idea, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”We’ll have to come up with a story,” Jimin decides, later, while he and Yoongi are, now, both inside Yoongi’s room, seated as far apart as possible. Yoongi is back in bed, still unclothed, and Jimin thinks he’s awake. Jimin is in the opposite corner, seated in Yoongi’s desk chair, the single item in the room he has permission to touch. Yoongi hadwanted to have their discussion downstairs, on the couch, but when Jimin whined a little about Jihoon hearing them, despite Yoongi pointing out that it had been Jihoon’s dumb idea that got them here, and it wore down Yoongi enough that he manhandled Jimin into the bedroom, pushed him towards the chair and told him to keep his hands to himself.
Jimin goes to prop his feet up on the desk, but before the soles of his shoes even touch the wood, Yoongi mumbles, eyes still closed, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“So rude,” Jimin mutters, sitting up straight with his feet flat on the floor.
“What do we need a story for?” Yoongi asks, not giving Jimin a chance to answer and instead, continuing to talk, “Your mom knows me. It’s obvious how we got together. You’re here all the time.”
“Okay, but, what changed? If we just got together recently, what changed after the years I’ve already known you? How long ago did things change? When did you start to like me, when we started dating, who asked who, where our first date was, if we’ve kissed yet, what our plans for the future are –“
“You think all this is going to come up? The first time I meet your mom? Am I coming for dinner or a god damn interrogation?” Yoongi snorts at his own joke. Jimin barely refrains from calling him disgusting.
“I don’t know, I don’t know what parents talk to their kids’ boyfriends about. I’ve never dated anyone, I don’t know how this works,” Jimin admits, starting at the scuffs on his shoes instead of looking at Yoongi, who’s probably going to laugh at him.
When he does eventually look up again, Jimin doesn’t find Yoongi laughing, or even still pretending to be asleep. He’s just watching Jimin with wide, surprised eyes.
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I Want You ||YOONMIN|| BTS||BxB
FanfictionJimin isn't sure what made him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.
